maybethrowed
Recruit
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- Joined
- Nov 7, 2017
- Posts
- 110
At 25, all I can really say at this point is "of course this would happen to me." I took the black pill about 2 months ago and have been honest with myself about the way the world is and how people operate in it. It's been a depressing couple months and I've been trying to learn to live with accepting a truth I've denied for so long. After a lifetime of dejection and bullying, staying optimistic for a quarter century, and finally coming to terms with it all, I might have cancer. As if life wasn't unfair enough. Part of me wants to die. A bigger part knows that I don't deserve to, at least in contrast with so much of the human scum I've come in contact with. Yet, here I am. I guess all the belittling and harassment has served my bullies well, as they will live long and happy lives with families and friends they make, and I will die young without knowing what all of that is like. Life isn't fair, and death is even less courteous.